Hey Guyss. I started this because I can't update my story Secrets for a whileee. My laptop got this nasty virus, and it, like, would not go away with any scans or anything. So my dad took it in to the store to get it fixed, and it could be a couple of days. But, anyway, the next chapter of Secrets is on my laptop... and I kind of don't have it. So I started this on a different computer. So yeahh. R&R, pleeease. (:
Disclaimer: If you think I own Degrassi, you must be an idiot.
P.s.- This is in ELI'S POINT OF VIEW! :D
"Elijah Goldsworthy." Mr. Purino called from his desk. I rolled my eyes and glanced at him, and he waved his hand towards me, signaling me to come to his desk. I sighed in annoyance, and stuck my black pen behind my ear. I strode over to his desk, and stood there with an irritated face.
"It's Eli." I spat at him, and he gave me a serious look.
"Well, Mr. Goldsworthy, it's come to my attention that your grade is slipping." He said matter-of-factly, handing me a piece of white paper. I snatched it out of his grip and flipped my hair out of my face with my hand.
My transcript.
I chuckled when I read the first line: 'Doesn't use much effort on homework.'
"What seems to be so funny, Elijah?" He said with an irritated expression. I smirked. That's exactly what I wanted.
"Oh, nothing." I said, my smirk glued to my face. He just glared at me, and I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. It was so easy to get under this guy's skin.
That's what made this fun.
I raised an eyebrow at him, and then went to finish reading the paper in my hands. Before I even read a whole sentence, he grabbed it out of my hand and whipped it back onto his desk with a little too much force. I felt my smirk widen as I saw how much I'd urked him.
"Why don't you do your social studies homework?" He asked through his teeth. Because you're a douche bag, and I love to irritate you, I thought. I shrugged and hooked my thumbs into my pockets.
"I don't feel like it." I said, knowing that that answer would annoy him to no end. He closed his eyes slowly and clenched his jaw, and then took a deep breath and blew it out.
"You have A's in every other class, Mr. Goldsworthy. Apparently, you feel like doing homework in your other classes." He snapped at me.
"Well, that's because I actually enjoy my other classes." I retorted, and then turned to walk back to my desk.
"Get back here." Purino said in a harsh tone, and I smiled quickly before hiding it as I turned back around. I took the few steps to his desk, and waited as he sat there in his stupid swivel chair, gritting his teeth. I rolled my eyes. This was such a waste of my time. I felt eyes staring at me from behind, and I looked over my shoulder to see almost half the class watching my confrontation with the teacher. My smirk came back as I watched Purino mentally debating something in his head. "Elijah, you need to do your homework." He said, cooled down and ready to talk to me again.
But, I couldn't have that.
"No." I said point-blank, watching the creased lines on his forehead get longer as he become more agitated. They quickly disappeared as he went in one of his drawers. He pulled out a pad of paper, wrote on it, ripped it off, and gave it to me. I scoffed as I snatched it out of his hand.
"Maybe this will make you reconsider your options." He said while sneering. That smug look on his face made me want to punch him. I glanced down at the slip, and a slight smile made its way onto my face.
"You can't give me a detention for choosing not to do my homework." I said snarkily.
"No, but I can punish you for being such a smartass." Purino barked at me. I smirked, because I got the reaction I wanted. He seemed taken aback by his choice of words, and he seemed flustered as he heard the short gasps from a few students in the front row of the class. I chuckled and shook my head, and once again turned around to walk back to my desk, crumpling up the piece of paper in my palm. I received a look from the person next to me, but it didn't even faze me.
"I'll meet you in the cafeteria after school, Elijah." He half-shouted at me from his desk. I rolled my eyes as I heard his annoying habit of using my entire first name.
"Can't wait." I said sarcastically as the bell rang for next period. I sighed happily, silently thanking a god that I didn't believe in that I wouldn't have to be in this goddamn classroom with Purino anymore this period. I put my book, binder, and notebook back into my black bag, and strutted out of the classroom, lucky to be the third one out the door. I almost smiled as I remembered what my next class will be.
English.
I loved creative writing. It let me use my creativity differently than I could with any other class, and liked it. A lot. But that wasn't the only reason I loved it.
There was this curly-haired, blue-eyed, and shy girl that sat next to me. And it was so easy to get under her skin, but she wasn't like everyone else.
She actually fought back, instead of just absorbing my irritating comments like everyone else.
Damn, I loved it.
I reached my locker and twisted the dial until it opened with a soft noise. I stuffed my social studies materials in my locker amongst the untidy papers on the metal shelf, and grabbed my English book along with my notebook. I snatched my black pen from behind my ear, and shut my locker while twisting the dial once more to lock it. I hitched my bag up higher onto my shoulder as I headed towards Mrs. Dawes room, and as I rounded the corner, I watched a frantic Clare Edwards fast-walking to get into class on time. I smirked as I watched her, and then I heard the familiar ringing sound of the bell. I continued to walk as I knew I was late again, and when I got there, Mrs. Dawes was just about to close the door. I stopped it with my hand, and she turned her head to see what was blocking the door. She looked strangely amused as she saw it was me.
"Mr. Goldsworthy. Tardy, again?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged and pushed myself through the opening of the door to get into the classroom.
"Yep." I muttered as I walked tentatively over to my desk behind the blue-eyed girl, ignoring the stares I was getting from the other teenagers in the class. Mrs. Dawes gave the class a small smile as she shut the door, and then started to teach.
"Shakespeare was a legend in the writing world, and he accomplished so much in such a short period of time." She started, and then continued on with the boring history of a writer I didn't care much about. I turned to see Clare staring intently at the teacher, taking in everything Dawes was saying with such a serious expression, it almost made me scoff. I smirked as I took my pen from the spiral of my notebook, and started to tap it lightly on the shiny wooden desk as I pretended to listen to the lecture we were being given. I watched Clare with my peripheral vision, and she was glaring at the piece of plastic in my hands. I tapped it more rhythmically, starting to get a rise out of the interesting girl next to me.
"Stop." She whispered shortly, and I turned to see her looking at me with an irritated expression. My mouth curved up more towards the left side as my smirk came back. I looked back towards the front of the classroom and tapped the pen louder against the wood. I heard her sigh in annoyance as she tried to ignore the continuous noise of plastic against the desk. "Eli, quit it." She said harshly under her breath, and I kept it up, knowing she would crack soon. "I mean it." She said quietly, glaring daggers at the side of my head as Mrs. Dawes babbled on about a subject I wasn't listening to. I started to bob my head happily to the beat of the tapping, which only made her more annoyed by my irritating presence next to her. "Shut. The. Fuck. UP." She said harshly, and on the inside, I was in awe that she even cursed in the first place. But I didn't let my surprise show on the outside. I hadn't noticed that Dawes had stopped talking about the subject.
"Clare Edwards." Mrs. Dawes said sternly, looking in Clare's direction. You could practically see the 'Oh shit.' expression on Clare's face. She turned to me with a fiery look in her eyes, and then turned back to the teacher. "Meet me after class." Dawes said, pointing a shaky finger towards her desk. She gave Clare a look, but then continued teaching.
"Thanks a lot, Elijah." She muttered, dragging out my name as she stared a disgruntled look at her notebook in front of her.
"For what?" I asked smugly, trying to sound innocent by my question.
"For getting me in trouble. Again." Clare said, scribbling down notes on the lined sheets of paper in her composition notebook. I scoffed.
"I, didn't do anything, Edwards." I said with a smirk, knowing that I was making her irritated. She opened her mouth to say something, but then pursed her lips and closed her eyes as she clenched her fists and looked back towards the front of the room. She continued taking more notes, and I only felt my smirk grow wider as a smug feeling overtook my mind, and I opened my black spiral notebook to make it look like I was listening. I pulled my dark, worn sharpie from my blazer's pocket, and took the cap off to start drawing on my fingernails for it seemed the millionth time this week. I thought about bothering Clare more, but I decided that I'd annoyed her enough for one period. The rest of the class went by slowly, and it seemed like each minute lasted longer than it should've. Finally, there was only a minute until the bell, and everyone began packing up their things from the desk and into their backpacks. I looked at Clare, and she had a nervous vibe coming out from her as she stared at the clock. She gulped as she started putting away her things, and she jumped as the loud ring of the bell blared out from the intercom on the wall.
She got up hesitantly, taking fervent steps up to Dawes' desk, giving me a short glare from over her shoulder as she made her way to the metal desk. I got up to leave, but not before seeing Clare stand there with a blush on her face as the teacher spoke to her. I smirked and stood there outside the door, waiting for her to finish up. I watched the flooding hallway of hurrying students, flashes of yellow, purple, red, and blue polos flashing by my laid-back stance, leaning against the wall. There was a couple leaning against a locker together, smiling and laughing, and I about made a gagging noise. Whatever they had going on, wasn't real. Love didn't exist, or at least it shouldn't. It only crumbles you down and leaves you hanging there, desperately trying to eat away at you until you crack.
Well, at least that's how it had worked for me, when I was a freshman at Lakehurst. I tried to shake the thoughts of the brown haired, doe-eyed girl that had been haunting my dreams out of my mind, but right then the door opened, revealing a red-faced, open-mouthed Clare Edwards.
"What happened?" I asked her, and she almost jumped at the sound of my voice.
"I, um… I have a detention after school in the cafeteria." She said angrily, looking at me with a betraying expression. I smirked.
Perfect.
End of Chapter 1.
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